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Title: Only One Wyatt Cain
Author/Artist: uh_oh_shuffle
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: Mature
Prompt: Never Felt Like This
Warnings: Cain/Ambrose, adult situation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tin Man. So there.
It was like nothing else mattered. Like they were the only ones. He had never felt this way, never thought it was possible to find such a beautiful moment with another human being. Cain straddled him while those lips danced all over his body. Ambrose’s chest rose and fell slowly as a tongue tasted the pale flesh on his ribs. Large hands were tangled in his curls.
He heard himself moan, pleading more from the man who shared his room. Cain smirked as he brought his kisses down to Ambrose’s sensitive stomach, his lips brushing against warm skin. The inventor shut his eyes and savored the feel of that wet tongue claiming its territory. It played on his hips and twirled in his navel, kisses being placed after every taste.
It was amazing. No one had ever treated him in such a many before. No one ever sent lightening down his spine with ever look, made his hips jerk with each touch. Ambrose felt soft lips on his fingers and he smiled to his lover.
Cain kept his gaze as he slid down his advisor, a predatory look in his eyes. Ambrose shook, feeling himself losing control as the tin man always made him do. “Wyatt…” His voice was shaky and hoarse. Cain placed a tan finger to his own lips to shush hum, blue eyes stuck on brown. Then his finger was inserted into his mouth. Ambrose smirked and relaxed his tightened legs to give Cain all the access be wanted.
His machines never made him feel so loved, so protected. They were cold pieces of metal that cared only for the reason for being created.
Ambrose almost jumped when a wet finger teased his opening. Cain pushed his tip in gentle, twirling it slightly. It was torture, but Gods it sent such wonderful feelings though Ambrose’s veins. Cain chuckled playfully and stopped his teasing, inserting the digit to thoroughly ready his love. Ambrose whimpered as Cain reached farther and farther, feeling him intimately.
Those stupid machines couldn’t make Ambrose feel alive, couldn’t make his heart race and breath stop. They couldn’t tease all his special places. They couldn’t enter him so passionately and rock with him in a rhythm that was all theirs, hips dancing together.
Ambrose felt like he would scream, cry out Cain’s name. The slow pace soon grew into smooth thrusts that made his stomach tighten. Cain panted and held onto his waist for his life.
“Wyatt!” The scream echoed against the walls, his lust and pleasure spilling out onto Cain. The blonde smiled lovingly at the sight of the man beneath him before he released into Ambrose. He collapsed on top of him, both men trying to catch their breath.
After a few moments Cain removed himself from Ambrose and rested beside the still panting man, his head on a fist and body caressing the brunette’s. Ambrose looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile at the man he loved. Cain smiled back and leaned down for a kiss.
No, there wasn’t a single person alive that could love him like Wyatt Cain. And no machine or equation could replace him.
Title: Only One Wyatt Cain
Author/Artist: uh_oh_shuffle
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: Mature
Prompt: Never Felt Like This
Warnings: Cain/Ambrose, adult situation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tin Man. So there.
It was like nothing else mattered. Like they were the only ones. He had never felt this way, never thought it was possible to find such a beautiful moment with another human being. Cain straddled him while those lips danced all over his body. Ambrose’s chest rose and fell slowly as a tongue tasted the pale flesh on his ribs. Large hands were tangled in his curls.
He heard himself moan, pleading more from the man who shared his room. Cain smirked as he brought his kisses down to Ambrose’s sensitive stomach, his lips brushing against warm skin. The inventor shut his eyes and savored the feel of that wet tongue claiming its territory. It played on his hips and twirled in his navel, kisses being placed after every taste.
It was amazing. No one had ever treated him in such a many before. No one ever sent lightening down his spine with ever look, made his hips jerk with each touch. Ambrose felt soft lips on his fingers and he smiled to his lover.
Cain kept his gaze as he slid down his advisor, a predatory look in his eyes. Ambrose shook, feeling himself losing control as the tin man always made him do. “Wyatt…” His voice was shaky and hoarse. Cain placed a tan finger to his own lips to shush hum, blue eyes stuck on brown. Then his finger was inserted into his mouth. Ambrose smirked and relaxed his tightened legs to give Cain all the access be wanted.
His machines never made him feel so loved, so protected. They were cold pieces of metal that cared only for the reason for being created.
Ambrose almost jumped when a wet finger teased his opening. Cain pushed his tip in gentle, twirling it slightly. It was torture, but Gods it sent such wonderful feelings though Ambrose’s veins. Cain chuckled playfully and stopped his teasing, inserting the digit to thoroughly ready his love. Ambrose whimpered as Cain reached farther and farther, feeling him intimately.
Those stupid machines couldn’t make Ambrose feel alive, couldn’t make his heart race and breath stop. They couldn’t tease all his special places. They couldn’t enter him so passionately and rock with him in a rhythm that was all theirs, hips dancing together.
Ambrose felt like he would scream, cry out Cain’s name. The slow pace soon grew into smooth thrusts that made his stomach tighten. Cain panted and held onto his waist for his life.
“Wyatt!” The scream echoed against the walls, his lust and pleasure spilling out onto Cain. The blonde smiled lovingly at the sight of the man beneath him before he released into Ambrose. He collapsed on top of him, both men trying to catch their breath.
After a few moments Cain removed himself from Ambrose and rested beside the still panting man, his head on a fist and body caressing the brunette’s. Ambrose looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile at the man he loved. Cain smiled back and leaned down for a kiss.
No, there wasn’t a single person alive that could love him like Wyatt Cain. And no machine or equation could replace him.